Story a day: 5.31.16

It rose from the ashes of color, the ghosts of saturation. The doe clambered off the page, leaving behind a black and white outline. It stepped into three dimensions, dripping color. Puddles of purple and green and orange swirled in its footsteps. Color slid over the doe like melting rainbows.

I watched in amazement. It felt my gaze, set two piercing blue eyes on me. They did not change and shift as the rest of it did, but rather held steadily, perfectly blue. I dared not stare, but could not look away.

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